A face to stop a clock

‘I’m sick of humans’, I said.

And I was. Stupid animals. No two ever see the same thing.

Anyways -I’m a robodetective.

And a damn good one.

Not like the two humans I sent on the stakeout.

‘Let’s try again, when did ye see the suspect?’

‘Eleven‘, answered one.

‘Wrong, half ten; I’ll never forget -she was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen’, argued the other.

‘Whaddya mean?, she had a face like a hemorrhoid operation gone wrong.’

‘She was stunning, and half ten was on the clock.’

‘Eleven, that clock was broken -her face must’ve stopped it.’